A swift change is on the horizon,
As time ticks by for the first time in a very dark hour.
I see the morning golden streak rising,
It allures the mind like no other.
A hope of ray fills the deepest cores of my heart,
And I am finally learning how to breathe.
As the cool air fills my swollen lungs,
I feel ALIVE!
Alive to sense my surroundings,
Alive to sense my pain.
I retrieve all my senses,
To push away the tormenting screams of my past.
The wise in me has grown,
With ignorance shrunk.
A change has come,
A change has come at last.
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